Rising Sun Valley Run up

A barking sound. 
It was unlike the barks made by pureblood wolves, yet Sovereign looked upon the strange-shaped child without judgement.
Yes, Bjarna looked kind of weird, but to Sovereign there was much, much she had not yet seen, and figured the build of the wolfdog before her was just a product of genetics, and nothing past that. 

The Crown Prince barked back in her pureblood-wolf way, swaying her tail a few times as she dared to approach only a few paces closer to Bjarna with intrigue in her amber gaze.